"Oh? You're still denying that you're Seele? Then allow me to measure just how far apart you truly are."
With a sudden, firm motion, she wrapped her arms around Lunelle's consciousness—tighter than before, leaving no room for resistance.
"Blood-Eyed Seele" began a slow, deliberate examination of Lunelle's body. It was strikingly similar to Seele's, every curve, every inch, painstakingly compared in her mind.
After all, "Blood-Eyed Seele" was a fragment of the original Seele, a shard of negative emotion, not a full remnant. But when it came to understanding Seele's body, her knowledge was unparalleled.
"I may be but a fragment," she thought with a wicked smile, "but when it comes to Seele's measurements, I'm second to none. No one, save for Seele herself, understands her body better than I do."
Lunelle, trapped in the onslaught of her touch and attention, was caught off guard by the intensity of it all. Her mind raced, overwhelmed by the physical closeness. Every sensation, every brush against her was like a surge of heat, an electric spark igniting deep within her.
In the simulation space, Lunelle could barely contain herself, the sensation of her wife's touch sending her into a state of euphoria.
Hehehe… my wife… Seele… my perfect wife…
So warm… so soft… (ˉ﹃ˉ)
She's holding me… touching me. She must care about me, right? She must!
It was a bittersweet thought, given that she was only experiencing this on a conscious level within the simulation. If her real body had been involved, she likely would have shed tears from the intensity of the moment.
But would Seele be angry with her if, in her vulnerability, she accidentally crossed a line? The fear gnawed at her, but it was buried beneath the overwhelming rush of emotion.
Thankfully, though the events unfolded within the simulation, the experience felt real enough to Lunelle that it left her breathless.
Had "Blood-Eyed Seele" known the depths of Lunelle's own desires, the twisted yearning that burned within her, she would have realized that even with all her courage, she would not have dared come this close.
But at this moment, "Blood-Eyed Seele" remained blissfully unaware of the depths of Lunelle's inner thoughts, mistakenly believing she had the upper hand. She admired the shy, vulnerable expression Lunelle wore, unable to resist, even as her body trembled from the intimate touches.
After thoroughly assessing every inch of Lunelle's figure, "Blood-Eyed Seele" found herself mesmerized. Lunelle was, physically, identical to Seele—but there was something pure, almost otherworldly, about her demeanor. She was untouched by the darkness that had tainted the original Seele.
"Blood-Eyed Seele" lingered on the observation, feeling a strange sense of longing.
"Even here, the same measurements… and yet… this purity," she whispered, her voice laced with a strange mix of reverence and hunger. "What would you look like after I've twisted you into something more… mine?"
She reached out, lifting Lunelle's chin gently, her touch lingering as if savoring the softness of her skin. Lunelle froze under the weight of her gaze, eyes wide and filled with a mix of confusion and shyness.
And then it hit her—a strange, unfamiliar feeling swirled within the depths of "Blood-Eyed Seele's" soul. It was possessiveness, something new, something tender that she couldn't quite place.
For the first time, she hesitated.
She, born of pain and hatred, never experienced such emotions. And yet, in this moment, the flicker of possessiveness was undeniable. It lingered, gnawing at her, making her question the path she was about to take.
Should I… force this pain onto her, like it was forced on me?
But the hesitation passed. The bitterness in her heart, fueled by jealousy and resentment, surged forward once more.
"No," she thought darkly. "She's mine. And if she's so eager to forget the suffering that's rightfully hers, I'll make her remember."
Her lips curled into a smile—cold, wicked. She leaned in, her hands gripping Lunelle's face as she pressed her lips to the girl's, the kiss demanding, ferocious.
"M-Mngh!" Lunelle gasped, her mind reeling. She hadn't expected this. The moment her voice was stolen, she felt her thoughts shatter.
In that instant, their minds became one—raw, unfiltered, and utterly exposed.
Is this… really my first kiss with Seele?
Lunelle's mind twisted as she struggled to comprehend the gravity of what had just transpired. Yes, something similar had happened before, but that had been a hollow experience—a shell of Seele's form, without any true consciousness. It had been an empty gesture.
But this time… this was different. This time, it was her. It was Seele, even if only a fraction of her.
She felt her heart swell, then tremble with the realization.
'This is real… this is my first kiss with my wife… Seele.'
'Shashasha… the sweetness of her kiss… it's so rich… so intoxicating.'
'It's like milk fudge—never tiring, always sweet, always leaving me wanting more (ˉ﹃ˉ).'
But then, before Lunelle could fully savor the warmth of the moment, a rush of cold dread slammed into her consciousness. A dark, crushing memory followed—one filled with malice and sorrow. It was a venomous wave of hatred, so intense that it nearly paralyzed her.
The kiss, once sweet, now felt like poison.
And in the final second, as Lunelle had been lost in the kiss with her wife, she felt the terrible shift—the fall from heaven to hell.
Her heart twisted in betrayal.
Seele… how could you?
You took advantage of my vulnerability…
A sneak attack…?
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T/N: Selfcest(?)